That aught but death could e’er divide our hearts.
“Ah! Death assumed most unsuspected guise—
The guise of one whom I deemed friend, alas!
And whom I’d make my confidant of hopes
To be fulfill’d in future happy days.
You know[1256] the rest. My friend became my foe,
And won the heart of her I loved, though that
I might have brook’d in silence and in pain,
But he a villain[1257] proved, and mock’d[1258] her tears.
I learnt the truth; then sought,[1259] and found him, too,